Crimson glass ★, insist? -Tears become poems 〆〆〆〆〆〆〆〆〆〆〆〆〆〆〆〆〆〆12229.

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It takes only a minute to meet someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

You stand silently at an intersection without direction, and I stand in a season without edge.

Distant stories, distant people, no one is whose protagonist, and no one is who.

Life is like a dance, but the person who teaches you the first dance step may not accompany you to the end.

When the rain quietly covered the tears, the memories began to fade away in my heart.